I've been thinking a lot about Christmas lately. I'm especially excited to begin the season this year. Maybe it's because I'm not working now and I have the time to do more. For whatever reason, my usual custom of decorating the weekend after Thanksgiving is being moved up a week. I'm ready to begin Christmas!
Darylynn commented on my previous post about her animals taking the tags off presents under the tree which made things a bit confusing. This took me back a number of years to a Christmas when my 40-year old children were little.
As kids do, Jim and Jill were always under the tree as Christmas approached checking out what new presents were added while they were in bed. Their thing was to count and see who had the most at the time. By Christmas morning, I made sure each had the same number of presents under the tree but the weeks before the big day could find one child way out in front with the number count. So, one year I decided to thwart their daily investigation. Instead of names, I put a number on the package. Then on a piece of paper I made a list of the number of the gift and who it was to. This, of course, stopped the counting game but they still would touch and feel and try to guess.
Very proud of myself, I decided that this needed to be a yearly custom. And it very could have become one except for one small detail.
On Christmas morning, the kids were all ready for Dad to hand out the presents but Mom couldn't find the list anywhere! I had carefully put it away and was sure I remembered where - but try as I may, it was gone! As Dad handed the gifts out, some I could remember what they were and so were delivered to the appropriate child. But there were some that, even after feeling, I was clueless as to what they were. Those were given out as guess work.
And it turned out that a lot of my guess work was off quite a bit. Luckily I had bought very gender specific gifts to it was easy for the child to know if it was not theirs. Jim was quickly able to know that the Barbie he had unwrapped was not intended for him.
It was really a fun, hilarious time and we were all laughing until our sides hurt by the time all the gifts were unwrapped. It made for a fun Christmas memory.
But I never did that again!